Ginny Weasley

"Wake up Ginny!" Molly Weasley said as she knocked on the door to my room.

I groaned and rolled over in my bed.

"Come on Ginny! Wake up or we'll miss the Hogwarts Express!"

"Damn it!" I mumbled. I had completely forgotten that today was September first. My sense of time was really off this summer.

I heard my mum walk back down the stairs; she was probably going to wake up Ron.

I threw the blankets off of my bed and walked over to my dresser. I looked into the mirror and hated what I saw back. Everyone always said I was so pretty but I wasn't. I am the ugliest person in my year; in fact I'm probably the ugliest person at Hogwarts.

I hate how Tonks can change her hair whenever she wants to and I can't. I really wish that I could do that. I would love to be her daughter, instead of two people with ugly bright red hair.

I pulled of my pajama top and put on a light green tank top. I looked at my right arm. There were scars there but they weren't new. I hadn't done that for a while, even though I was tempted to. I had made a promise to Harry. He loves me. He cares about me. He thinks I am beautiful even though I not anywhere near there.

I'd probably be suicidal if he ever left me. In fact, if it wasn't for him I would've been dead last year when I had started cutting myself.

I looked through my dresser drawer again and pulled out a light blue sweater and put it on to cover my scars. I put on my favorite pair of light blue jeans. They were probably my favorite because they were the only pair I owned that were long enough and still fitted around my waste.

I put on some makeup and walked downstairs to eat.

"Good morning Ginny!" Fred or George said. I never bother to try and tell them apart. What's the point?

I ignored him and sat down in my place at the table. I looked around at everyone as I filled my plate with eggs and bacon. They were all so happy, but then who wouldn't be? It was the first day of a new year at Hogwarts.

I put on a big fake smile and started to eat. I could never let them know how depressed I am. How close I came to actually killing myself last year. They would be so disappointed. Their perfect little girl cutting herself. I mean its fine if only Harry knows but I don't want that kind of sympathy from everyone. It would only make things worse.

I pushed away my half eaten plate of food and walked back upstairs to my room. I looked at my suitcase sitting next to my door. There was a smiley face on the front that I had drawn back in my first year so that every year I could see it and remember all the good times I had, except when Voldemort possessed me and made me open the Chamber of Secrets.

I wish I could go back to that. You didn't have to live your life when you were possessed; someone else did it for you.

"Come on Ginny! You don't want to be late!" My mother called.

I forced back tears. I did want to be late. I wanted to miss the entire year. I wanted to lock myself in my room and never come out.

Reluctantly I grabbed my suitcase and started back downstairs.

We walked to the nearest bus station and took the bus there. It was a long and noisy ride and something smelled like dirty socks. Fred or George and Ron were having a shouting fight because Ron had eaten the last pancake at breakfast.

I sat near the window with my suitcase right next to me. I zoned out while watching all the little farm houses as we drove past them.

When we finally arrived at the Kings Cross station I was relieved to finally get out of that bus.

I didn't see Harry anywhere so I quickly said goodbye to my parents and got on the train to try and find an empty compartment. I made sure to get one that was on the opposite side of the train from where my parents were standing. I didn't want to watch them as the train drove away.

We finally left the station and I was alone for about ten minutes. I was watching the last few houses go by outside my window and they were replaced by large fields.

"Hey Gin," Harry said from the doorway.

I ignored him and continued looking out the window. I felt him sit next to me so I turned around to face him.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, putting his arm around my shoulder.

"Nothing," I lied.

He sighed, "Well you look really nice today. Your shirt matches your eyes."

"No," I said. "I never look nice. You don't need to lie to me to make me feel better because it doesn't work! It only makes me feel worse," I fought back tears again.

"Ginny, you are beautiful. I'm sorry that you can't see that," He said. Damn Harry. He always knew how to get to me. I leaned my head on his shoulder and cried.

Before I knew it the train was slowing down. I looked out the window and saw the Hogsmead station.

Harry helped me up and held my hand as we walked to the carriages that take us to the castle.

We sat next to Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.

"Where were you two? We missed you on the train!" Hermione said. I opened my mouth, preparing to lie to her but Dumbledore stood up and the room got quiet.

About fifty terrified first years walked in. Sorting was the most boring part of the entire year unless you were being sorted.

Twenty minutes later Dumbledore stood up again and started talking. I didn't bother to pay attention to that either.

When the food finally appeared I filled my plate with Shepard's Pie and ate all of it. I pretended to be starving and ate quickly so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone.

After all of the food was gone Dumbledore told everyone to have a wonderful year and then everyone left. I walked with Harry up to the common room and was about to go up to my room when he stopped me.

"Ginny, I hope that you can try and forget all of this and have a great year," I smiled, walked back over to him, kissed him goodnight, and continued to go back upstairs.